Athens State College - Columns Yearbook (Athens, AL)

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History ' 09 UNIOR history. Junior history! has been ringing- in my head ever since I was elected historian last week. The rising- bell awakes me with its pealing Junior history ; the scales on the piano seem to be running J-u-n-i-o-r instead of c-d-e-f-g, etc. If I take a walk on the campus, even the birds must haunt me with their twittering Junior history. So from very reasons I am writing this, and not from any vain hopes of literary fame. A very original idea in the history line has been used. No one cares to know how we were Freshmen in 1905, and how we were called rats by every one, and did all kinds of absurdities, and then were promoted to the distinguished position of Sophomores. Ask a Junior to translate Horace or Ovid, and she ' s delighted ; ask her to explain infinity in Trig., and she ' s in her glory ; but writing histories is not the Junior ' s forte. However, after the usual amount of excitement accompanying one ' s departure for the first time for college, we found ourselves in Athens in 1905, and have been here ever since — -playing, studying, laughing, weeping, standing exams., and flunking; and now we are Juniors. We dare not anticipate the wearing of the cap and gown, for examina- tions come with every new moon, and the teachers are so fond of III. ' s and IV. ' s. At the first of the year we enjoyed the privilege of going to town un- chaperoned, but it wasn ' t as pleasant as we thought ; so now we are chaperoned as of old. It is our aim to make the Class of 1909 worthy of its Alma Mater, so that on our night — the night of nights, when we receive our diploma — we can ring out the old life and ring in the new. Page 27

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Junior Poem Juniors, when all the flowers are dead. And when the dreary winter has gone, Will be getting knowledge in their head, So they can a cap and gown put on. Juniors, when the Seniors are gone, Still linger in the mind; Juniors, when all the rest go on, Will make the Class of ' 09. POET. Page 26

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When Your Idol Turns to Clay 4 The dreams you have dreamt are shattered. And hopes are all burned away. Air castles all go up in smoke. When your idol turns out to be clay. The thoughts you ' ve fondly cherished Of some future, happy day Leave you feeling sad and lonely When your idol turns out to be clay. The face you ' ve often looked for And dreamt of by night and by day. Haunts your heart with a dull, sad aching. Since your idol turned out to be clay. The kisses that once were yours, And given so light and gay, Burn like coais in your memory. Since your idol turned out to be clay. Can you turn aside when you meet her Without a sigh of regret? And though your dream is now over. Can you lay it aside and forget? Ah, no! Though you never will show it. But will bury it deeply away, Your heart is now hopelessly broken. Since your idol turned out to be clay. WATKINS HAYES. Page 28